We had frozen berries for our Thanksgiving breakfast last week, and there were a couple of leftover bags in the the back fridge. Unbeknownst to us, the bowl had sprung a tiny leak, and for 60 hours a tiny drip, drip, drip of fruit juice fell to the bottom of the refrigerator and splashed all over.
Sixty hours.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
This is what we saw this morning.
I cackled OUT LOUD when I saw it! It was so funny – like a horrific crime had just been discovered in the refrigerator.
I cleaned it all up, laughing mightily. Later, I got to recreate the glory of Billy Mayes with the children as we watched OxyClean do its whitening magic.
So funny.
Brad says
Refrigerator cleanups can be a bear. It looks like it at least didn’t have a whole bunch of stuff in it, so that’s nice.